Who can really say? [Not Psyche, since she isn't here. It's also the first thing a woman would say to a young lady of comparable age, if she wanted to be trusted by them. Who wouldn't open up to someone who already looked at you in the same light as a friend?
Waltaquin folds her hands in front of her. Her unquenchable curiosity is still unfurling. She's spent a lot of time in noble sport, but it's so depressing to have to do it now when she'd rather throw everything in the air at once.]
Since you're here now, I would hope you could elucidate, though she may have been concealing her own hand. [Like feeling for a burst organ under the skin, she puts a little pressure on it, noticeably.]
But since you're here now, she must be in over her head. [Someone who has time to sit and write a letter probably didn't intervene for reasons of immediate danger, so... Well. She's pretty sure she knows what kind of knowledge was invoked.]
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Waltaquin folds her hands in front of her. Her unquenchable curiosity is still unfurling. She's spent a lot of time in noble sport, but it's so depressing to have to do it now when she'd rather throw everything in the air at once.]
Since you're here now, I would hope you could elucidate, though she may have been concealing her own hand. [Like feeling for a burst organ under the skin, she puts a little pressure on it, noticeably.]
But since you're here now, she must be in over her head. [Someone who has time to sit and write a letter probably didn't intervene for reasons of immediate danger, so... Well. She's pretty sure she knows what kind of knowledge was invoked.]